A/N: Hey all! I've been sick all week so I've had some time to work on my story since I've had nothing else to do but sleep and suck on Vicks! LOL, anywho I just wanted to take a moment of your time to thank a couple of my reviewers:

Basketball Slayer- I love your long reviews, they keep me inspired so keep doing them! ~_-

Jackie- Sorry, I should have explained that in the story, since Spike is so devilishly handsome, Buffy was too distracted to notice all her slayer senses going "berserk."

DragonGal, and Rouge- I'm glad you guys liked my 'funny' lines, I'll think of you guys when I'm writing the next chapters and add a few more!

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Chapter 4

Spike and Buffy made their way out of the hotel, and Buffy followed Spike while he led the way to his Desoto.

"You've got to be kidding me." Spike turned around when he heard the slayers shocked, yet disturbed statement.

"'bout what, luv?"

"That..." she said pointing towards the car.

*They always have to disrespect the car,* Spike thought as he turned around to face Buffy, *don't fight with her, as much as you want to mate, don't fight with her, have to get on her good side…remember that. Lots of money involved, lots of money involved.* He tried to show a genuine apologetic face, "Sorry love, but my cars in the shop, this is just a loner."

"Oh okay," Buffy got into the car, and Spike gave her an odd look. "What?"

"Were you planning on driving, luv?" Buffy gave Spike a confused look and he pointed in front of her. She looked at the spot in front of her where he was pointing and sure enough, there was the steering wheel. "Oh, my bad. Not used to driving on the other side yet." She blushed furiously and got out quickly making her way to the actual passenger seat. *Great Buffy, good job at seeming cool, calm, and collected.*

Spike grinned as he watched the Slayer make her way from the driver's side, to the passenger seat. *Americans,* he thought with a shake of his head, *but maybe if she's this stupid all night, I can get the job done quickly and get the 'quick-kill bonus.* He grinned wider with that last thought.

"So…where are we going?"

"I was thinking of taking you to dinner first off, get to know each other a bit more." *Or the easier way to find out your weak ness's* He thought to himself, with a slight smile.

She just nodded her head, she didn't trust her voice at the moment, knowing that if she said anymore it would be spat out, and he would catch on to her. Plus she hated the fact that the vampire was playing dumb with her, like she couldn't tell what he was. But she would play his game for awhile, make him think that she was vulnerable, and then when he would strike, she would be ready.

The rest of the ride was made in silence, Spike imagining all the different ways he could rip someone's head off, and Buffy watching Spike out of the corner of her eye. *Why do the most dangerous ones always have to be so damn gorgeous?* with a small sigh she turned her head to look out the window.

Out of the corner of his eye Spike saw the Slayer turn towards the window, and decided this was the perfect time to check her out. Like all the Slayers he's met in his 100+ years he's lived his un-life she was not what she seemed. A small girl who from the outside looked like she couldn't even pick up a rock with out struggling, but he knew better. This girl could probably throw him through a couple brick walls if she wanted to. But this one struck him differently than the others, she was beautiful for one, but that wasn't it. Something about her was nagging at him, but he couldn't seem to put his finger on it. He knew deep down that she was far more different than the other girls he's faced, this one he would have to get inside, and rip her apart from the inside, out.

Later On…

As much as she hated to admit it, Spike wasn't as bad as he seemed. Dinner was pleasant, and like she'd anticipated he'd asked many questions about her, he could probably write a book on her now with all the information she gave him. She knew it was bad that she told him so much, but she didn't want him to think she was expecting anything, plus she had the advantage. She knew he was going to attack, and now all she needed to find out was when and where and she would be ready.

They were in his car on the way back to the hotel now, after dinner they had taken in a couple of the sights. At some points Buffy dropped her guard, taking in all of London's beauty, and wondering why Giles would even THINK of leaving this gorgeous country. But then, just like a snap of fingers she would remember who she was with and her walls would go right back up. That pissed her off just by itself, because someone was going to kill her she couldn't enjoy probably her only vacation in a long time.

They stopped outside the hotel lobby doors, and Spike turned towards Buffy. He had to admit, he also enjoyed himself, but throughout the entire time never forgot why he was there, and he sucked out as much information he could, while trying not to be obvious, he would get whatever he needed later in time, no reason to kill her so soon. He should enjoy playing with the girl, until she had to go.

"Here we are, luv. Home sweet home."

"Yeah, thanks for taking me around I had a nice time." She could actually say that with a sincere face on because it was true.

Spike was a pretty good judge of character and he thought himself pretty good at telling if someone was lying or not. But from what the slayer was saying she actually did have a good time, either that or she was one hell of a liar. He hoped it was the first one. "Yeah, me too pet. Do you think you want to do it again sometime?" He still had to get some weaknesses out of her.

"Yeah, sure I would like that. When?"

"I don't know exactly, I'll have to check out my schedule…How long are you staying here?"

Buffy looked at him, decided to exaggerate the truth for once, if she got this over with soon, then she could enjoy her vacation with no worries. "We're only here for the next two weeks, after that it's back home to America."

*Bloody hell, that doesn't give you much time, mate.* Spike thought. "Great, I'll call you sometime tomorrow alright, pet?"

"Okay, see ya later Spike." And with that Buffy stepped out of the car, and made her way into the hotel.

Spike watched her go, before starting up his car and starting to drive back to his apartment. He was stopped at a stop light when he felt it. Man, he was hungry. He had eaten food at the restaurant with Buffy, trying to make him seem normal, but he didn't know how much more he was going to take. Thank god she didn't want dessert. He looked around for someone to eat when he saw a hooker on the corner by where his car was parked. He rolled down his window and shouted to her, and due to her profession it didn't take him long to get her into his car. He drove them to his apartment, and left his car in the car garage. She took his hand and was leading him towards the doors when Spike stopped and pulled her into the shadows.

"Just want a little preview before the show." She smiled knowingly, and attacked him with her lips. Finally Spike broke the emotionless kiss, and brought his head down to her neck. Licking a nipping at it, making it seem like all her wanted was sex before he slipped into game face and brought his yellow eyes to meet hers. He gave a slight smirk when she screamed before leaning down and biting her, tasting her metallic blood wash over him. When he heard her heart just give away he dropped her, wiped his mouth clean on his duster, and stepped out of the shadows.

 He walked over to the door and stepped inside. The man at the desk looked up and nodded his head in recognition, Spike nodded back and walked over to the elevators. He hit the up button with the back of his hand. His thoughts turning back to Buffy, two weeks. That meant he would have to work fast, and the bonus that was put up for a quick death wasn't even going to be considered. He didn't need the money, or the stress. He rode the elevator up to the 10th floor and got off pulling keys out of his pocket. He open the door to his penthouse, and threw his duster and keys on a table by the door, before walking in and throwing himself on an over stuffed black leather chair and flipping on the T.V. He needed a distraction, Passion reruns now, deal with the slayer later.